Chapter 156 Fangs Pointing Outwards

Xin Que disappeared again.

Luo Huayi sat in the car on the way back to the company, gazing absently at the scenery receding outside the window.

“Cheng Zheng,” Luo Huayi said lightly, “I still think it’s safer for her to be closer to us.”

Luo Huayi felt frustrated again. He had known Xin Que for so long, but he still didn't have Xin Que's contact information.

Cheng Zheng kept his eyes straight ahead. "She's elusive, I can't get in touch with her... She only contacts me when she needs my help..."

Before Luo Huayi could say anything more, her phone suddenly rang.

It's an unfamiliar number.

Luo Huayi glanced at it and hung up immediately, treating it like a spam call.

Just as the other party fell silent for a moment, Cheng Zheng's phone rang again.

Cheng Zheng was driving when he subconsciously pressed the answer button on his Bluetooth headset.

"Hello..." Cheng Zheng had only said a few words when, after hearing something from the other end, his expression became complicated. He looked at Luo Huayi in the rearview mirror and asked, "President Zhou?"

Luo Huayi was taken aback.

Zhouzi River?

Was it Zhou Zichuan who just called him? And because he didn't answer, they contacted Cheng Zheng directly?

That's not right. He's cut off all contact with the Zhou family for so long, why would Zhou Zichuan call him for no reason?

After a while, Cheng Zheng hung up the phone.

"Mr. Luo, Mr. Zhou said that tonight is a welcome dinner for Miss Qu Huan, and he's asking if you'd like to attend?"

Luo Huayi looked puzzled. "Qu Huan? Isn't Qu Huan... the stranger Xin... asked you to investigate? What does he have to do with me..."

Suddenly, Luo Huayi got stuck.

A memory about Qu Huan appeared out of nowhere in his mind.

As if patching up a problem for her appearance, Cheng Zheng quickly realized, "Isn't she your and President Zhou's college classmate?"

"A mutual friend is back in China, no wonder President Zhou called you."

Luo Huayi's expression gradually became serious.

Soon, he looked out the windshield at the road he had changed using the air conditioning and felt more confident.

The plot forces them to meet Qu Huan.

Luo Huayi leaned back in her seat, slowly closed her eyes, and her mind raced, thinking about everything concerning Qu Huan and Zhou Zichuan.

From his perspective, they were both students at the same university. At that time, the Luo and Zhou families had a close business relationship, which led to a good friendship between the two families. Therefore, Luo Huayi and Zhou Zichuan had a very good relationship.

Qu Huan was the childhood sweetheart who followed Zhou Zichuan around.

But this memory is so obviously fake.

During her university years, Luo Huayi was a pawn targeted by the Luo family and had no chance to enter high society.

He had never even met Zhouzichuan, let alone his childhood sweetheart Qu Huan.

If Xin Que hadn't asked Cheng Zheng to look up the name Qu Huan, he wouldn't have known anyone with the surname Qu.

Moreover, his connection with Zhou Zichuan began when he graduated from university and was just beginning to make a name for himself amidst the turmoil of the Luo family, when Zhou Zichuan made an investment against all odds.

At that time, Mr. Zhou was gradually delegating power to Zhou Zichuan. He urgently needed to achieve results to prove that he was capable enough to become the head of the Zhou family. Luo Huayi, on the other hand, urgently needed business achievements to increase his bargaining power in the power struggle. It was through this twist of fate that the two became friends and their interests gradually overlapped.

Prior to this, the Luo family and the Zhou family had no overlapping businesses and had absolutely no interaction.

Luo Huayi then thought of the data she had found earlier.

The data shows that Qu Huan's character is almost identical to this new memory in his mind.

Is it possible that she, like Luo Jingchen, was also someone whom the Heavenly Dao had placed into the world's sight?

Luo Huayi pinched the bridge of her nose.

Ever since Xin Que faked her death in the space of the Luo family's old house, more and more strange things have happened to them.

If only we could make them completely give up targeting Xin Que once and for all...

"President Luo, we've arrived." Cheng Zheng smoothly parked the car in the club's parking lot and opened the car door for Luo Huayi.

Luo Hua's path was interrupted, so he got out of the car and looked towards the hotel entrance.

The greeters on both sides also looked at the distinguished guests not far away, their lips curling into a standard business smile, flawless in every way.

He had no choice but to accept the welcome banquet.

...

"Hey," the man said loudly through the dim light to the young master sitting in the main seat, "Brother Chuan, you're really something! Qu Huan has been driven abroad by you for so many years, and you're still sitting here calmly!"

Amidst the clinking of glasses and the noisy music, Zhou Zichuan struggled to understand what his brother was saying.

He held the pretty girl in his arms, laughing disdainfully, "Qu Huan? Who does she think she is!"

"Besides holding onto a marriage contract, what else does she have that makes her worthy of respect?"

"Do you believe it or not..."

The heavy door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

The men and women sitting in the booth all turned to look at the woman who appeared at the door.

The visitor looked travel-worn, and his attire was not flashy, but clean and neat.

The girl next to Zhou Zichuan immediately guessed that this man was her lover's childhood sweetheart who had just returned from abroad, and immediately stood up with a smile to pour wine for Qu Huan.

"You must be Sister Qu?" She raised her hand to tidy her slightly messy sideburns and smiled innocently. "I've often heard Brother Chuan and his friends mention you. It's rare to meet you in person, and you really are as gentle and graceful as the rumors say."

Whether it was intentional on the part of the girl or not, she emphasized the word "gentle and graceful," making it sound a bit sarcastic.

"Come, come," she greeted Qu Huan warmly, with the air of a hostess. "Sister Qu, you've been abroad for so long before returning to China. Don't feel like there's a generation gap between us or anything. Just be free and easy."

Qu Huan's gaze swept over the group of people in the private room.

They are all friends of this body.

“Ah, right, right,” a mutual friend immediately smoothed things over, “Qu Huan, come and sit down, we’ve been waiting for you.”

Across the table, which was almost entirely covered with bottles of liquor, the girl raised her glass, which was filled with baijiu (Chinese liquor), into the air, gesturing for Qu Huan to take the glass from her.

Qu Huan did not move.

The situation became awkward for a moment.

The girl's smile remained unchanged, and she raised her wrist at Qu Huan again, "Sister Qu, don't be disrespectful to me."

Zhou Zichuan casually draped his arm over the sofa, his gaze shifting upwards. He noticed the girl beside him had her wrist raised in mid-air, trembling slightly, and he frowned.

"Qu Huan, who are you trying to fool?" he said irritably. "You were the one who was late, and we were already being lenient by not making you drink three cups as punishment, but you're still putting on an act?!"

"Don't embarrass my girlfriend, okay?"

After a pause, a chorus of toasts immediately rose from all around.

"Yeah, Qu Huan, what's the point of bullying a young girl like that?"

"Don't say that. Qu Huan might be too tired from the flight and hasn't realized it yet. Qu Huan, hurry up and finish your drink so we can turn the page and have some fun..."

"Qu Huan!" Zhou Zichuan's face darkened completely. He gave a sarcastic laugh, "You're not going to pretend to have a stomach ailment again and spoil everyone's fun..."

"Splash—"

No one saw Qu Huan's movements clearly, but by the time everyone was startled by the scattered glass shards and liquor, Qu Huan was already standing in front of Zhou Zichuan.

"Splash."

The sharp sound of the beer bottle colliding with the skull irritated the eardrums of everyone present.

"Splash."

Qu Huan, expressionless, reached for another bottle of beer. "The prison doesn't keep dogs like you so you can point your fangs at your master."